Bring It On (film)

Bring It On is a 2000 comedy film about the world of competetive cheerleading. It follows a girl's first year as cheer captain and the "tragedies" she faces when she discovers their competition-winning cheers were stolen by the previous captain.

Toros Cheer Squad: Let's go, Toros! We are the Toros, the mighty, mighty Toros! We're so terrific, we must be Toros!

Complaining Girl: How many cheers do we actually have to memorize? Do we get paid for this? Do I have to provide my own uniform? [after a few more people] Oh, and I see you guys are wearing red. That just does not work for me. [after a few more people] Do I really have to wear those little underwear things,'cause I don't like wearing underwear.

Torrance: Thanks.

Whitney: She puts the "itch" in "bitch."

Courtney: She puts the "whore" in "horrifying."

[Torrance's mom disapproves of her light class schedule.]

Torrance: Will Advanced Chem get you off my back?

Christine Shipman [Torrance's mom]: Not completely, but it'll help.

Torrance: Done. [starts to leave, then turns back] You know, mothers have killed to get their daughters on squads.

Torrance: [butting in] Yeah you sound super busy.. I guess that's it, you were too busy to believe in me! No no but wait, you weren't too busy to sell me out to Courtney and Whitney were you? Gee..now I'm confused. Well, I hope you're not too busy to hear this. Kiss my ass Aaron. It's over!

[Torrance opens the door and found a woman in lingerie on Aaron's bed.]

Torrance: You're a great cheerleader Aaron. It's just that maybe you're not exactly boyfriend material. Buh-bye!

Sparky Polastri: I am a choreographer. It's what I do. You are cheerleaders. Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarded. What you do is a tiny, pathetic subset of dancing. I will attempt to transform your stiff, robotic routines into poetry written with the human body. Follow me or perish, sweater-monkeys.

Sparky: I want you to think of what you ate today. Got it? Now cut that in half. This is called a diet, people, everyone start one today! Darcy, you should stop eating. You see, when you skip a meal, your body feeds off its fat stores. And if you skip enough, maybe your body will eat your ass!

Courtney: Why does everyone have to go on a diet?

Sparky: Because! In cheerleading we throw people into the air. And fat people don't go as high.

[Torrance is spotted making eyes at Cliff Pantone while cheering.]

Whitney: You're, like, totally his eye-candy.

Courtney: God, I can't believe you'd do that to Aaron.

Whitney: Especially with him.

Torrance: What are you talking about?

Whitney: Don't play dumb with us. We're better at it than you.

Courtney: You were having cheer-sex with him.

Jan: Everyone comes to see you ladies anyway.

Missy: 'Cause we're such fine athletes.

Jan: Oh, live with it! You'll be fighting off major oglers while we're defending our sexuality.

Missy: What is your sexuality?

Les: Well, Jan's straight, while I'm... controversial.

Missy Are you trying to tell me you speak fag?

Les: Oh, fluently.

[Cliff's sister is washing cars in a bikini.]

Cliff: What are you doing?

Missy: Making money from guys oogling my goodies.

Cliff: Oh... oh, I didn't need to hear that. That was an overshare.

...

[Missy has called Torrance over.]

Missy: [to Cliff] Let's just get this over with. [to Torrance] My brother wants to check out your rack.

[Missy walks away; there's a moment of awkward silence.]

Cliff: You know, I begged my parents for a brother.

Torrance: He'd look a little ridiculous in that bikini, now wouldn't he?

Darcy: Remember, they give extra points for alacrity and effulgence.

Kasey: Did we… bring those?

Missy: I don't know what's scarier: neurotic cheerleaders, or the pressure to win. I could make a killing selling something like "Diet Prozac".,